Hall vote about greatness, not perfection
Jan 9, 2013 at 4:01p ET
I voted for 10 players — the maximum allowed — on my 2013 Hall of Fame ballot, and Bonds was one of them. He was not the only one whose name has been linked to performance-enhancing substances. I also voted for Jeff Bagwell, Craig Biggio, Roger Clemens, Rafael Palmeiro, Mike Piazza, Tim Raines, Sammy Sosa, Alan Trammell and Larry Walker.
I have voted five times since accruing the BBWAA’s required 10 years of covering major league baseball, and I believe I have been consistent throughout. Among the current class, I have voted for Bagwell, Raines and Walker every year since they have been eligible. Their numbers are that good, especially considering the power/speed combination.
I have never voted for Mark McGwire nor Lee Smith for the same reason. To me, the numbers are not quite there. Lately, I have come to believe that Trammell deserves enshrinement for his body of work. He was a consummate two-way shortstop, one of the best of his generation, and he should not be penalized just because defense is harder to quantify than offense.
Without question, this was the most difficult vote because it was the first involving a number of stars who played in the steroid era. This time, the voters were asked to sift through a second line of criteria.
Who cheated? When? How often?
And, left unasked, how many of their peers also indulged?
I am not one for omissions of conscience or protest abstentions. We voters had five years to think about this group, and that was enough time for me. Bagwell, Biggio, Bonds, Clemens — on down the list — were the best players of their generation, in my view.
They did not perform in a vacuum. None has been found guilty of abuse, as damning as "Game of Shadows" was to Bonds.
Bonds is one of the three best left fielders in baseball history, along with Ted Williams and Rickey Henderson. He deserves his place. Some cheats already have plaques in Cooperstown. Players who doctored the ball are in. Players who used amphetamines are in.
The Hall is not a gentleman’s club, at least in the old sense of the term, and I don’t need it to be. There is no class valedictorian. It is for the game’s best players, and if they come with warts, so be it. It is not a beauty contest, either.